It’s the fag end of winter, though the weather here is doing its usual end-of-season last gasp – sharp morning frost, freezing fog, but then glorious sunshine from midmorning onwards. I thought winter had bypassed us once more, but Jack Frost has been nipping at the windows and burning incipient buds, the naughty tyke, reminding me that the end of February is always the chilliest time of year.
This cold weather has coincided witha period of oh-so-busyness at work. Man, it’s all rush, rush, rush, engaging high challenge stuff. I’m loving it, and I’m not really stressed – love my new job and my colleagues!, but I need comfort. And time. Just a smidgeon more time. So here’s my brief post of scents that comfort me, warm me up and calm me down. Though they don’t yet find me a few extra hours in a day. A lot of them I’ve written about before, but hey, I’M IN A RUSH!
Christian Dior Bois d’Argent – iris honey and some myrrh. Pretty simple but a default ‘now that’s just the ticket to take me to Calmville’. And always right.
Annick Goutal Sables – I used to like it, but this winter it’s become love. The best Goutal for a ‘cashmere blanket under starry skies’ effect.
Divine l’homme de coeur – normally a summer staple, but recently a sniff of this gives me bliss, on call, whenever I need it. The bottled equivalent of clear warm air, it’s an alternative reality where clouds are scented and deer and hares gambol in the streets, only pausing in their frolics to wave hello as I pass, butterflies landing on their noses.
Hermessence Ambre Narguile – apple tobacco honey amber richness. A foody non-foody wonder. The Nazgul to some, to me it’s more hobbity harmony.
Gianni Campagna Vento Canale – Ambre Narguile through the looking glass. With a pipe.
Mona di Orio Carnation – perfect skin. A warm caress. A forearm touched. A smile. Flesh on flesh. You’re with me, aren’t you?
Serge Lutens Santal de Mysore – can I dare say this is my favourite scent, when all’s said and done? It is really, though sometimes I forget the fact when some other little minx steals my interest. It’s true love.
Neil Morris Burnt Amber – my latest comfort flame. Sweet smoke, a floral hint, amber genius. Neil and Ida – incredible work. But I told you this last week.
So, what is currently comforting you, old and new? And I’ve never had frost on my windows like that image. It’s never cold enough. I just thought it was pretty. At least in the abstract…
And I imagine my usual, lengthier posts may return next week.